[The following post is a response to and appreciation of a post I just read at https://pastorbrett.wordpress.com/2022/01/18/does-the-bible-really-say-fear-not-365-times/#:~:text=The%20two%20word%20combo%20%E2%80%9CFEAR,a%20far%20cry%20from%20365. Check it out!]
“2Tim. 1:7 for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.” (English Standard Version)
I had a nightmare last night. I was about to give a lecture at some prestigious biblical studies conference. The room was packed. Someone walked up to me and said, “People don’t want to hear more about the Pentateuch.” Now, the Pentateuch—the first five books of the Bible—is where I’ve done most of my scholarly work. Genesis is especially one of my ongoing loves.
But because this one person came up to me and said what he said, I decided to scrap my lecture. I announced that I was just going to talk about scholarship in general. I had no idea what I was going to say. People immediately started leaving. At first, a few people trickled out. Then, the trickle became an avalanche. Soon, I was left in a large lecture hall by myself.
Now you know why I don’t sign up to do scholarly lectures.
So, this morning for my meditation time, I decided to meditate on fear. I have heard it said that there are 365 times in the Bible when it says, “Fear not!” I thought that was neat, but I was skeptical about it. I’ve learned to be wary of neatness. If you saw my sleeping and work area, you would say an immediate “Amen!”
To find out about this 365-thing, I did what all really good biblical scholars do: I googled it. Brett Maragni quickly disabused me of this statistical myth and confirmed my suspicions: The phrase “Fear not” occurs 71 times in the King James Version. However, as Maragni wisely notes, “. . . [H]ow many times does God have to say something for us to take it seriously? ONCE should be enough.”
He goes on to say, “So, I hate to bust the bubble of all the people who love posting on social media how awesome it is that there is exactly one “FEAR NOT” / “DO NOT FEAR” command for every day of the year, but at least now they won’t have to worry about what to do on the final day of a leap year! 🙂”
“ONCE should be enough!” Yes!
Not all dreams or nightmares seem significant to me, but I suspect that this one means something. Since I was little, I have been afraid that I have nothing worthwhile to offer others. If even one person criticized me or thought me less than perfect, I was a total failure. The nightmare suggests that fear persists.
But God does indeed say, “Fear not!” So, how am going to flesh out a fearless attitude today? I am going to do a bunch of simple, but worthwhile things.
Who knows? Maybe I’ll even sign up to do a scholarly talk somewhere.
And one more thing, dear reader. The things you do may not seem all that important to you, but I suspect they are very important to others. “Fear not” may not be as common as you and I had hoped, but it’s still a good way to live our lives for the glory of God and the benefit of others. Perhaps if we all faced our fears of insignificance during the day and countered those fears with small worthwhile actions, we would sleep nightmare-free at night.
I have fat, clumsy fingers. So, it was with great joy that I discovered that I can dictate texts on my smart phone. Maybe that’s why they call them “smart phones.”
However, I’m discovering that my pronunciation is not always up to snuff. For example . . .
Yesterday morning, a 12-step friend and I were exchanging morning check-in texts. I replied to his text that “I cherish these morning check-ins.” At least, that is what I intended to dictate. However, my smart-but-not-quite-smart-enough phone heard it as “I cherish these morning chickens.”
I’ve learned to read my texts before I send them. Sometimes, I even remember to do that. This time I remembered, but decided to send it the way it was, with a follow-up sentence that said what I really meant to say. Humor is scarcer than toilet paper these days, and just as important.
The expression “morning chickens” took me back to my childhood growing up on the farm. When I was little, we still kept chickens. My job was to gather the eggs morning and evening. I loved doing this, especially in the morning. Mom went with me, until I was ready to fly solo. The chickens were allowed freedom of movement, so it was great fun to hunt for the eggs. Some of the hens lay their eggs in predictable places, and some hens were full of surprises—as well as eggs.
Morning check-ins are important for addicts. Perhaps they are important for everyone, whether or not they are addicts. But morning chickens matter too. And memories of little childhood delights matter even more. Even at a time when we realize how fragile life is, how fragile it always was. Even when we aren’t sleeping well, and wake up to find ourselves in the middle of a nightmare. Especially then. I speak from experience. I tossed and turned all night, and was plagued by nightmares. I love early mornings, but I don’t love them this much. In other words, it’s early, even for me.
But even in the midst of nightmares and restlessness, there are things for which to be profoundly grateful.
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